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Show 333 Another tracing: people are grabbing at me as I am trying to get to our bathroom and I do not understand why they will not let me get there myself. I am able to do this myself. Where is Hy? Have they harmed him? Where is my dog, Rex? Are they going to harm my children? Why will they not let me go to the bathroom by myself? I am struggling as they pick me up and carry me through the air. Are they going to hurt me? What have they done to my family? I must defend myself. I have hit one of them. Perhaps now they will leave us. I am hitting at them all. The Versed is erasing the memory as I relive it and it now remains only a memory of my remembering so that by the time I am finished asking the question, "Is it possible that I have hit someone last night?" I no longer have memory ofthe actual event. It remains only a snatch. Perhaps it was a bad dream. It could not be that I have hit someone - it is not like me. The nurse is not answering my question but is abruptly performing her morning routine, slapping the refreshed water jug onto the bedside table, grabbing my wrist to take its pulse. Her jaw is set tightly, her eyes avoiding all contact with mine. "So you say," she is answering at last, turning and leaving through the door. The air she disturbs on her way out comes mshing cold onto my face. I am stunned. |